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You're not troubling me.

[grakraka]

I'm sure it is a bit. It's late.

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I wasn't planning on sleeping.
Shouldn't you be though?

[grakraka]

Are rabbits nocturnal?
But no, I'm fine. I can't sleep.

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I don't think so.

[ There's a longer pause between replies this time. ]

Want some coffee?

[grakraka]

[He thought maybe the conversation was over for a moment.]

Sure. Coffee always sounds nice.

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Then I'll make you a cup.

[grakraka]

Should I wait on the steps?

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Do you think I'm going to give you a cup and send you home?

[grakraka]

Haha, all right, all right.
I'll be over in a minute. Let me get dressed.

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Door's unlocked.

[ That's all he sends because he's already getting down to business preparing two cups of coffee. Depending on how quickly Akechi arrives, they might even be done already—either way, he'll find Akira in the kitchen and in considerably better shape than he was in the last time Akechi arrived on a full moon.

Still, he's suffering another bout of discomfort, itchiness from another quick influx of fur coming in and pain from the shift and growth of bones in various parts of his body. It leaves him feeling on edge and snappish, although that feeling has been persistent over the last few days. The potion he drank has dulled the growling in the back of his head, anyway, and that's his main concern. The rest, he can deal with. ]

[grakraka]

[While his own mood has been sour, he knows how to keep those things bottled up. His only concern really comes from the fact that he himself can act unpredictable around Akira. It should be fine. Besides, he does actually want to make sure Akira feels all right and wasn't lying about it.

He shows up to see Akira finishing up, so he smiles as he accepts the mug, looking at him for new differences in his body, though only casually—he won't scrutinize him too much.]

Thank you for the invitation and the coffee.

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[ He doesn't look terribly different. Most obvious are the longer ears and that the visible fur is a bit thicker. Akira passes one of the cups over to Akechi and scoops up his own. ]

No problem. What was keeping you up?

[ As he speaks, Akira moves to casually lean back against the counter like he usually would, but he quickly aborts just as he does so, subtly stepping away from it. ]

[grakraka]

[Odd. Though he doesn't know what that could really mean. Maybe part of his body is sore? Hm.]

Ah, it's nothing major or anything like that really. Just... restless, I suppose.

[The more time goes on, the more he wonders what he should be doing. Why he is alive now? What even is his purpose now? The full moons just wound up being a convenient marker of time.]

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They say bonding is supposed to help with that.

[ Or so he's been told a few times. Akira just can't get behind the idea of sharing all of his emotions with another person yet. ]

[grakraka]

[He snorts without meaning to but he can't stop it. Who on Earth would bond with him and deal with that mess? Besides, he doesn't want to rely on someone like that.]

What a terrible idea.

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[ It's not really surprising that Akechi seems to share the sentiment. Akira huffs out a laugh of his own, taking another sip from his cup. ]

Hey, I don't make the rules this place runs on.

[grakraka]

[At least Akira seems to realise it was a stupid suggestion. He sips his coffee, waving his hand.]

No one would enjoy that arrangement: myself or the unfortunate on the other end. Besides, that advice would work for you, too.

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[ Stupid in the sense that Akechi is every bit as stubborn as he is—even though, deep down, underneath all of his reservations, Akira knows it's practical.

The response has any sort of humor fading from his expression. ] Typically the other person is the one who decides whether they enjoy something.

[ He's not going to comment on that last part right now. ]

[grakraka]

[He raises his eyebrows, though he sips his coffee. Even Akira wouldn't spend time with him if he had other options but he doesn't point that out. The coffee provides a good way to keep his thoughts to himself.]

They need factual information to base their decisions on, though. [But he did notice Akira glossing over his own end.] Why don't you want to?

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[ Maybe it's his moon-frayed nerves at work, but Akechi's response triggers a brief flash of irritation. His front teeth clack lightly against the rim of the mug as he brings it up to hide the twist of his mouth. Akira winces, the fumble cooling his mood just as quickly as it flared. He's still getting used to those being bigger, although it's mostly just brief forgetful moments now. ]

I have things I want to keep to myself. [ It might not be mind-reading, but if he bonds with someone, they'll at least be able to tell when he's hiding something. ]

[grakraka]

[Unfortunately, that makes him smile. The medicine must not be fixing everything if he still shows moments like that.]

Like when I irritate you. My apologies. That isn't a very good 'thank you'.

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[ Who needs a bond when he has ever-observant Akechi to pick up on his moods? Not Akira. ]

... It's fine. [ His expression softens a bit more now, and he tucks his arms across his front, resting his cup near the crook of his elbow. ] You're just not being fair to yourself when you talk like that.

[grakraka]

[Moods, yes. Thoughts, on the other hand, might be different. He blinks at him, surprised.]

Ah? That's the part that irritated you?

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[ Akira nods at the clarification. ]

We talked about second chances, right? Everyone on the planet can give you a second chance, but it isn't going to matter if you don't give yourself one.